The Temptation of the Teacher's Wife

My name is Fang Jie. After graduating from university, I got a job at a branch of a state-owned bank through connections. My mentor was He Youyi,
the head of the business department at the time, whom I called Teacher He.

Teacher He was approachable and initially taught me a lot about banking and how to conduct myself. However,
perhaps because of my wealthy family background and my parents' good social connections, I
usually had no trouble meeting my deposit targets and other banking tasks. As a result, our branch won the title of model branch for two consecutive years.

Three years later, due to the entry of some joint-stock banks, many people left the bank, resulting in significant personnel
changes . This gave us all good opportunities. Teacher He was promoted two levels to branch manager, and I
became the head of the business department at the age of 27.

A year later, I moved to a joint-stock bank as the head of its business department.
The difference is that state-owned banks are more stable, but joint-stock banks offer higher pay and faster promotions. Teacher He was already 54 years old,
basically at the age of early retirement, so he didn't seek further advancement and was content to wait for retirement.

Mr. He's wife, Wang Anyi, is 45 years old this year. When I first met her, she was
only work at a bank, but after Mr. He became a branch manager, she switched jobs and partnered with someone to start a microfinance company.
Her income was many times higher than when she worked at the bank, and within a year, she was driving a BMW and bought a duplex
apartment.

They also have a daughter, He Qinqin, who is 22 years old this year and is almost graduating from university.

I call Mr. He's wife "Mrs. He," and she is very kind to me, often inviting me to her home for dinner and telling me about
their love story.

When Mr. He was assigned to the bank after graduating from university, he was almost 30 years old, while Mrs. He was assigned to the bank to fill
a vacancy left by her father, so she was younger. Mr. He was quite a handsome young man back then, and Mrs. He was
a beauty in the bank, with many suitors. They were attracted to Mr. He's youth and success, as there were
relatively few university graduates at the time.

When I first met Mrs. He, she was still working at the bank and dressed quite elegantly, but
in the last two years, she has become more successful and has started paying more attention to her appearance. Working at a bank is generally quite easy, especially for those of us
in the back-office staff. Plus, my mentor's wife takes good care of herself, so her skin is still pretty good, and she hasn't gained much weight.
Of course, she doesn't look as old as some people say—she does look like she's in her early twenties; after all, time
has left its mark on her face.

It was an afternoon a year after I changed jobs when my mentor's wife called and invited me to a teahouse. I went as
agreed.

After a few pleasantries about my personal life, we got down to business.

My mentor's wife said, "Xiao Fang, I don't usually ask you for anything, but I'll get straight to the point today.
I've come to see you about two things."

I replied, "Please tell me, I'll try my best to help."

She continued, "First, Qinqin is about to graduate. Your teacher is a bit stubborn and doesn't like to ask for favors,
so I stepped in. You see…"

I knew she wanted me to help Qinqin find a job. My mentor was about to retire early, and while arranging a
job shouldn't be a problem, Qinqin would only be able to work at the counter in a state-owned bank.

Me: "Don't worry, Madam. I've always considered Qinqin my sister. I'll try my best to arrange it!"

I remembered that my department was short of an assistant, but the salary and bonuses were relatively low, so few
people were willing to take the job. Qinqin's family wasn't short of money, and there was always room for adjustment later.

Madam: "That's great! Then please keep this in mind. There's another thing; do what you can, and I
won't blame you if you can't."

I thought the second thing might be more important than Qinqin's job.

Madam continued: "You know that state-owned banks have limited credit lines. It's difficult for your mentor to squeeze
any , so I thought of you."

Me: "Oh, I do have some credit lines, but as you know,
the procedures are quite complicated. Have someone send the documents over, and I'll have my staff handle it
. Of course, whether it works or not depends on the bank."

I hesitated to agree, even though I knew that with collateral and guarantees, there was a 95% chance of approval, especially for small loans,
but I still wanted to keep it a secret.

My teacher's wife said, "Okay, okay! I'll have someone take care of it as soon as I get home tonight!"

She pulled an envelope from her bag. I knew what it meant; it looked like it contained 20,000 to 30,000
yuan.

I said, "Teacher's wife, you're putting me in a difficult position! What kind of relationship do we have? I can't agree to this!"

I'm a sentimental person. My teacher and his wife have always been very kind to me,
helping me a lot in both work and life, even arranging blind dates for me. Besides, I only used a little bit of their work connections. I also knew
that my teacher's wife wanted a long-term partnership. We declined a few times, and my teacher's wife, embarrassed, took the money back.
Then we chatted about everyday things and went home.

Later, Qinqin became my assistant, and my teacher's wife's company became my strategic partner. I
accompanied her to many social events because of this.

Once, she was very drunk, and I took her home. As I helped her upstairs, I smelled that
primal , and I suddenly got an erection. So I took the opportunity to touch her breasts. At that moment, I really wanted to
drag her to the stairwell and have my way with her, but I was restrained by my position and the fact that there were security cameras in the elevator.

After returning home that time, I kept thinking about it. I never knew I liked mature women. Although I had
girlfriends had visited prostitutes, the feeling with mature women was different. That kind of charm is the kind that makes you hard just by smelling it,
and the thought of it excites you. That day, I fantasized about my teacher's wife's naked body and masturbated.

A month later, a client invited us to a resort, but Teacher He had to go to a meeting in the provincial capital and
could go with us, so it was just my teacher's wife and me driving there. It was a hot spring resort with food, accommodation, and entertainment.

That afternoon, we changed into our swimsuits and went to soak in the hot springs. My teacher's wife was quite conservative in her swimsuit, but her D-
cup breasts were still very prominent, and I couldn't help but look at them. Several times I felt like I was almost caught.

After the hot springs, the client treated us to dinner at the hotel restaurant. Although it was all delicacies, I
didn't eat much. At first, it was just a lot of toasting, and I don't even know when we started drinking the short film.

When I woke up the next day, I was in bed wearing only my underwear; all my other clothes were gone. With a headache,
I struggled to get out of bed and looked at my watch—it was already past 10 a.m. My mind was completely blank.

I felt an urgent need to urinate, so I opened the bathroom door and went in. I was stunned. There was someone inside—or
rather, a naked body—soaking in the bathtub. I looked closer and realized it was my teacher's wife. I saw her snow-white
skin, her proud breasts, and that patch of dark pubic hair. My penis instantly became erect.

My teacher's wife looked at me, a little startled, and quickly said, "You're awake! Wait a moment!"

I backed out, and my teacher's wife came out a moment later wrapped in a towel. She said, "Go wash up first! You
threw up all over yourself yesterday. Take your clothes to wash."

I said "Okay" and went back inside. Because my penis was so hard, I couldn't urinate. After struggling for a
while, I frantically showered with cold water, but I still couldn't wash away the image of my teacher's wife's naked body from my mind. So I stood up and
slowly relieved myself.

When I came out of the bathroom, because I had no clothes, I could only come out wearing my underwear and a towel.

Meanwhile, my teacher's wife, still wrapped in a bath towel, sat on the bed filing her toenails. Her five translucent toes
stirred my slightly calmed heart again.

Looking up, I saw her snow-white thighs. While not exactly beautiful legs—after all, she was only under 160cm tall
— her skin was still comparable to a young woman's. I glanced up again and noticed her vulva was faintly visible under the towel;
she wasn't even wearing underwear.

She glanced at me and gestured for me to sit down. I went over and sat next to her. Although she
smelled , it couldn't mask the mature allure of her. I felt my penis was rock hard,
ready to burst forth.

"You drank so much yesterday, you didn't even refuse! You ended up throwing up all over us, so
I had to stay with you, afraid you wouldn't have anyone to look after you..."

she muttered as she filed her toenails. I didn't hear a word; instead, I secretly glanced at her chest.

"Do you like me?" she suddenly asked.

I was stunned, not quite understanding.

"I know you like me!" My teacher's wife said again when I didn't speak. "You kept peeking at me when we were at the hot springs,
and that day when you took me home, you even secretly touched me!"

"I!" I was speechless, not knowing how to answer.

My teacher's wife suddenly pushed me down onto the bed. "It's okay, I like you too!"

She kissed me. I was stunned for a moment, then desperately responded to her. Our tongues intertwined
, as if we wanted to devour each other.

After kissing for a while, I was a little breathless. My teacher's wife said seductively, "I've been waiting for you to take the initiative,
why are you like a block of wood!"

I didn't know how to answer for a moment, because I really had the desire but not the courage. After my teacher's wife finished speaking, she continued to kiss me.

Our hands weren't idle either. Since we were both dressed lightly, we quickly stripped each other naked. I
took the initiative , pinning my teacher's wife down, one hand under her head, the other stroking her body, our mouths still not
separated.

My teacher's wife's hand held my penis, gently stroking it. I first caressed her ample breasts, too big to hold in
one hand. Then my hand moved to her vaginal opening, gently stroking it, already feeling
the flow of fluid from her vagina.

I gently inserted one finger, and she was already panting heavily. With two fingers, she
started moaning. When I used three fingers, she cried out, "Give it to me! Quickly!"

I was also bursting with desire, and upon hearing the command, I immediately mounted her.

I went all the way in. She seemed surprised, her toes clenching and twitching. I
paused for a moment, and once it subsided, I began to move slowly. She lifted her buttocks to meet my thrusts.

"Oh, quick, give me more, oh, oh..."

she moaned softly. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have known that my usually dignified mother had
such a side. The women I'd been with before, apart from prostitutes who would make fake moans, my previous
girlfriends never made any noise, and I even suspected they were frigid.

My teacher's wife wrapped her legs around my waist, her body suspended in the air. She reached up to kiss me, and as I kissed her, I
sat down, letting her sit on top of me. She continued kissing and moving, a position that made my penis
feel a little uncomfortable. I slowly lay down, and she, unwilling to let go, followed me.

We kissed and held each other for a while, then she started moving again. After a while, she
sat up, and we held hands, continuing in that woman-on-top position until I ejaculated.

Afterwards, we hugged. "I'm sorry, teacher's wife, I didn't make you orgasm."

"Silly boy, the most important thing for a woman during sex isn't whether she orgasms, but whether she's doing it with the person she loves.
Besides, I already orgasmed once when you penetrated me."

I think that was probably a false orgasm, meaning the internal stimulation triggered minor spasms in my body.

"So, am I the person you love?" I asked.

“Yes! Actually, I’ve liked you for a long time, but at first it was the affection an elder has for a younger person.
Later, my feelings changed, especially after spending time together recently. I feel you are very considerate and gentle,” my teacher’s wife
said with a smile.

“I love you too, but I feel sorry for Teacher He,” I said guiltily.

“Don’t talk about him. We haven’t had sex in 10 years. Sometimes I really want it, and when I ask him to take medicine, he says
that kind of medicine is bad. How many years can one live? He doesn’t drink, he’s not interested in women, I don’t know
what ,” my teacher

’s wife complained.

“But he’s been good to you and your daughter,” I defended her.

“That’s not bad, but you can’t have two good things at once. Now that I have you, everything is good.”

As she spoke, my teacher’s wife started kissing me again, and my hands began to roam over her body. Then our two hot
bodies became excited again.

Although I had just ejaculated, I didn’t feel my penis needing a rest. Just as I was about to penetrate her,
my teacher’s wife suddenly stopped me and pointed to the bathroom. I picked her up and put her in the bathtub, and then we
flirted while taking a bath. After rinsing themselves briefly with their hairspray, the two of us, still wet, went to bed and started
rolling around in the sheets.

This time, the teacher's wife took the initiative, moving from her ears to her neck, then to her nipples. She hesitated
for a moment .

In the bathroom, when she was focused on washing my genitals, I knew she might try oral sex.
This action moved me deeply. I turned her around, and we assumed a 69 position, performing oral sex on each other.
This was my first time giving a woman oral sex. My teacher's wife's genitals weren't very dark, as she had just cleaned them, and there was no
smell. I first gently licked her with my tongue, then gently bit her clitoris with my teeth.

She moaned as she performed the oral sex. After about five minutes, she suddenly sat up,
turned around, and, holding my penis, sat down on top of me, saying, "Hurry, I'm almost
there."

We moved together, our lips pressed tightly together.

With several thrusts, we both reached our climax. She lay on top of me, panting,
her face showing great satisfaction.

The laundry arrived at midnight, and we took a bath together, flirting in the tub.
If she hadn't stopped me after I'd already ejaculated twice, I wouldn't have been able to stop.

After the bath, we chatted and flirted a bit more before reluctantly getting dressed and going downstairs for dinner. After
dinner, we drove straight home. On the road, passing a relatively deserted spot, we stopped the car and passionately kissed
and caressed each other . Like a couple deeply in love, we had forgotten our respective roles.

After that day, my teacher's wife and I entered our honeymoon period. At first, we only used weekends to drive
to neighboring cities and spend time together in hotels.

Later, things became increasingly uncontrollable. I realized I had truly fallen in love with her; to be precise, I couldn't find the passion I had for her
in . Perhaps it was like
the "phenomen" described in the movie "All About Women"—my teacher's wife possessed a natural charm that I couldn't resist.

Eventually, we even met and flirted every day. Except when she had her period, we almost
always made love whenever we met. In my apartment, my teacher's wife would come to cook dinner for me after work every day, and
after dinner, we would be intimate until after 11 pm before she reluctantly went home.

Although my mentor occasionally had complaints, his wife had a high-paying job, so pretending it was for business was perfectly acceptable.
Besides, they had been sleeping in separate rooms for years, and my mentor, who went to bed early, wouldn't find out what his wife was doing outside.

Three months after we got together, our head office required us to go to Shanghai for a week of training, which worried us both terribly.

The Saturday before we left, my mentor's wife didn't go home. She stayed at my house and we made love three times. To make it more enjoyable, I even
applied "magic oil," and each time it lasted an hour, and we had a very satisfying time.

After arriving in Shanghai, I was like an addict, thinking about her day and night. In the end, I couldn't resist going to brothels to
seek temporary relief, but I couldn't find anyone mature enough, so I settled for someone about my age.
Because I was used to my mentor's wife's highly passionate sex, I couldn't find that kind of passion with the prostitutes, and
it ended quickly .

On Saturday, I went home, but then my mentor's wife was on her period, so we could only flirt with each other. She wouldn't help
me masturbate, as she thought it would be harmful to my health. I also basically controlled myself; if I couldn't have sex, I would endure it and not
take care of myself. From what I understand, most women's periods last 5-7 days, but my teacher's wife's period only
lasts —a fact based on her years of experience.

On Monday morning, after my meeting, Qinqin and I walked out of the conference room and found my teacher's wife already waiting in my office.

I immediately felt aroused. I gathered my department staff, briefly outlined the week's
work plan, and specifically told Qinqin to ask more questions, learn more, and not just stay in the bank all the time, but to go out and meet more
clients .

After the meeting, although I couldn't resist, I still exchanged a few pleasantries with my teacher's wife
. There was a tea room between my office and the outer office area, but I didn't want to get too emotional right away. We started by discussing loans. I had one of
my account managers come in to handle the loan with my teacher's wife and asked him to go to the site immediately for underwriting,
bringing Qinqin along as well.

After they left, I locked the office door, and then our restless lips met again. Today,
my teacher's wife was wearing a skirt suit. I lifted her skirt and asked her, "Are you leaving?" She nodded.

Then we kissed again. We walked inside, kissing, when my teacher's wife suddenly pushed me onto the executive chair.

"Wanted it?" she asked with a seductive smile.

"Yes, I've wanted it for a long time," I replied.

"Just to quench your thirst," she said, pulling down her panties and carefully placing them in the drawer.

"What are you standing there for? Take them off!"

I unbuckled my belt, releasing my already throbbing erection. My teacher's wife was leaning over the desk, her buttocks facing me
. I thrust into her, her vagina already overflowing with fluid.

She gripped the desk with one hand and covered her mouth with the other, trying to stifle a sound, while I continued thrusting vigorously from behind.
Five minutes passed like this when my phone rang. I answered; it was the company's CEO.

"Where are you? Why aren't you in the office?" he asked.

"I was drunk yesterday, a little tired, just taking a short nap,"

I replied, still inside her, as she turned to look at me.

“I just came down from Manager Wang’s office, now it’s your turn.”

“Okay, I’ll get ready.”

After saying that, I hung up the power cord a few times, but didn’t feel like I was going to ejaculate, so I stopped
.

“Looks like we can’t do it, my boss wants to talk to me,” I said. My

teacher’s wife first sat on the chair, panting, then straightened her clothes, took back her underwear and put it on.

“Go on! Work is important! I was too impulsive today, don’t do it in the office next time, it’s too
nerve-wracking !” my teacher’s wife said.

“That’s more exciting!” I said as I went over and kissed her. “

If you want excitement, come to my office next time,” my teacher’s wife said. Then I went upstairs to find the manager.

When I came down, my teacher’s wife had already left. After all, it’s a bank, there are many people and gossips, better safe than sorry.
What would others think of me if we were discovered, and what would they think of Qinqin? Later, I received a text message from my teacher’s wife saying she was waiting for
me at my house. I checked the time and it was almost time to get off work, so I rushed home excitedly. Once home,
without saying a word , I took off my clothes and decided to do it first.

Later, we actually sat in my teacher's wife's office once, but because her office was usually quite
secluded , it wasn't very exciting. In fact, because the space was small, we felt quite awkward sitting there.

My relationship with my teacher's wife has remained unchanged. I'm now over 30, and my family is quite
anxious about my marriage. Even my teacher's wife is worried, since she knows she can't marry me and have children, can't be my companion in old age,
and can't bear me any offspring. I myself don't care much. Although there are three unfilial acts, the greatest is having no descendants, a man...
Marriage is largely about satisfying sexual desires, and I'm perfectly satisfied with that now.
[The End]

My name is Fang Jie. After graduating from university, I got a job at a branch of a state-owned bank through connections. My mentor was He
Youyi, the head of the business department at the time, whom I called Teacher He.

Teacher He was approachable and initially taught me a lot about banking and how to be a good person. However,
perhaps because of my wealthy family background and my parents' good social connections, I
usually had no trouble meeting my deposit targets and other banking tasks. As a result, our branch won the title of model branch for two consecutive years.

Three years later, due to the entry of some joint-stock banks, many people left the bank, resulting in significant personnel
changes . This gave us all good opportunities. Teacher He was promoted two levels to branch manager, and I
became the head of the business department at the age of 27.

A year later, I moved to a joint-stock bank as the head of its business department.
The difference is that state-owned banks are stable, but joint-stock banks offer more money and faster promotions. Mr. He is already 54 years old,
basically at the age of early retirement, so he doesn't seek further advancement and is content to wait for retirement.

Mr. He's wife, Wang Anyi, is 45 years old this year. When I first met her, she was
only worked at a bank, but after Mr. He became a branch manager, she switched jobs and partnered with someone to open a microfinance company.
Her income was many times higher than at the bank, and in less than a year, she was driving a BMW and bought a duplex
apartment.

They also have a daughter, He Qinqin, who is 22 years old this year and is almost graduating from university.

I call Mr. He's wife "Mrs. Teacher," and she is very kind to me, often inviting me to her home for dinner and telling me about
their love story.

When Mr. He was assigned to the bank after graduating from university, he was almost 30 years old, while Mrs. Teacher was assigned to the bank to fill
a vacancy left by her father, so she was relatively young. Mr. He was a handsome young man back then, and Mrs. Teacher was
a beauty in the bank, with many suitors. They were attracted to Mr. He's youth and achievements, since university graduates
were relatively rare at the time.

When I first met my mentor's wife, she was still working at a bank. She dressed quite elegantly, but
in the last two years, she'd become more successful and started paying more attention to her appearance. Working at a bank is generally quite easy, especially for
back-office staff like her, and with her usual skincare routine, her skin was still quite good, and she hadn't gained much weight.
Of course, she didn't look as young as some people say—she certainly didn't look like she was in her early twenties; after all, time
has left its mark on her face.

It was an afternoon a year after I changed jobs when my mentor's wife called and invited me to a teahouse. I arrived as
agreed.

After a few pleasantries about our personal lives, we got down to business.

Teacher's wife: "Xiao Fang, I don't usually need your help, but I'll get straight to the point today. I
've come to see you about two things."

Me: "Teacher's wife, please tell me, I'll try my best to help."

Teacher's wife: "First, Qinqin is about to graduate. Your teacher is a bit stubborn and doesn't like to ask for favors,
so I stepped in. You see…"

I knew Teacher's wife wanted me to help Qinqin find a job. My teacher is about to retire early, and while arranging a
job shouldn't be a problem, if it were at a state-owned bank, Qinqin would only be able to work at the counter

for the rest of her life. Me: "Teacher's wife, don't worry about that. I've always considered Qinqin like a little sister. I'll try my best to arrange it!"

I remembered that my department was currently short of an assistant, but because the salary and bonuses were relatively low, few
people were willing to take the job. Qinqin's family wasn't short of money, and there was always room for adjustment later.

Teacher's wife: "That's great! Then please keep that in mind. There's another thing, do what you can, and I
won't blame you if you can't."

I thought the second thing might be more important than Qinqin's job!

My teacher's wife continued, "You know state-owned banks have limited credit lines. It's difficult for your mentor to even squeeze out
a little for me, so I thought of you."

I replied, "Oh, I do have some credit lines, but as you know, small banks like ours have complicated
procedures . Have someone send the documents over, and I'll have my staff handle it
. Of course, whether it works out depends on the bank."

I hesitated to agree, even though I knew that with collateral and guarantees, there was a 95% chance of approval, especially for small amounts.
But I still wanted to keep it a secret.

My teacher's wife said, "Okay, okay! I'll have someone handle it as soon as I get home tonight!"

She pulled an envelope from her bag. I knew what it meant; it looked like it contained 20,000 to 30,000
yuan.

I said, "Teacher's wife, you're putting me in a difficult position! What kind of relationship do we have? I can't agree to this!"

I'm a sentimental person. My teacher and his wife have always been very kind to me,
helping me a lot in both work and life, even arranging blind dates for me. Besides, I only used a little of their work connections. I also knew that
my teacher's wife wanted a long-term partnership. We declined a few times, and my teacher's wife, feeling embarrassed, took the money back.
We chatted a bit more about everyday things before going home.

Later, Qinqin became my assistant, and my teacher's wife's company became a strategic partner,
so I accompanied her to many social events.

One time, she was very drunk, and I took her home. As I helped her upstairs, I smelled her
primal allure, and I got an erection. I took the opportunity to touch her breasts; my immediate thought was to
drag her to the stairwell and have my way with her, but I hesitated because of my position and the security cameras in the elevator.

After that, I kept thinking about it. I never knew I liked mature women. Although I'd had
girlfriends and even visited prostitutes, the feeling with mature women was different. That allure was something that made me hard just from smelling it, something
that excited me just thinking about it. That day, I fantasized about my teacher's wife's naked body and masturbated.

A month later, a client invited us to a resort, but Teacher He had to go to a provincial meeting and
could go with us, so it was just my teacher's wife and me driving there. It was a hot spring resort with food, lodging, and entertainment.

That afternoon, we changed into our swimsuits and went to the hot springs. The teacher's wife was rather conservative in her swimsuit, but her D-
cup breasts were still quite prominent, and I couldn't help but look at them. Several times I felt like I was almost discovered.

After the hot springs, the client treated us to dinner at the hotel restaurant. Although it was a feast of delicacies,
I didn't eat much. At first, it was just a lot of toasting, and I don't even remember when we drank the video.

The next day, I woke up in bed wearing only my underwear; all my other clothes were gone. I also had a headache.
I struggled to get out of bed, glanced at my watch and saw it was already past 10 o'clock. My mind was completely blank.

I felt an urgent need to urinate, so I opened the bathroom door and went in. I was stunned as soon as I entered. There was someone inside—or
rather, a naked body—soaking in the bathtub. I looked closer and realized it was my teacher's wife. I saw her snow-white
skin, her proud breasts, and that patch of dark pubic hair. My penis instantly became erect.

My teacher's wife looked at me, a little startled, and quickly said, "You're awake! Wait for me!"

I backed out, and my teacher's wife came out a moment later wrapped in a towel. She said, "Go wash up first! You
threw up all over yesterday. Take your clothes to wash."

I said "Okay" and went back inside. Because my penis was so hard, I couldn't urinate at all. After struggling for a
while, I frantically showered with cold water, but I still couldn't wash away the image of my teacher's wife's naked body from my mind. So I stood up and
slowly relieved myself.

When I came out of the bathroom, since I had no clothes, I could only come out wearing my underwear and a towel.

Meanwhile, my teacher's wife, still wrapped in a bath towel, sat on the bed filing her toenails. Her five translucent toes
stirred my slightly calmed heart again.

Looking up, I saw her snow-white thighs. While not exactly beautiful legs—after all, she was only under 160cm tall
— her skin was still comparable to a young woman's. I glanced up again and noticed her vulva was faintly visible under the towel;
she wasn't even wearing underwear.

She glanced at me and gestured for me to sit down. I went over and sat next to her. Although she
smelled , it couldn't mask the mature allure of her. I felt my penis was rock hard,
ready to burst forth.

"You drank so much yesterday, you didn't even refuse! You ended up throwing up all over us, so
I had to stay with you, afraid you wouldn't have anyone to look after you..."

she muttered as she filed her toenails. I didn't hear a word; instead, I secretly glanced at her chest.

"Do you like me?" she suddenly asked.

I was stunned, not quite understanding.

"I know you like me!" My teacher's wife said again when I didn't speak. "You kept peeking at me when we were at the hot springs,
and that day when you took me home, you even secretly touched me!"

"I!" I was speechless, not knowing how to answer.

My teacher's wife suddenly pushed me down onto the bed. "It's okay, I like you too!"

She kissed me. I was stunned for a moment, then desperately responded to her. Our tongues intertwined
, as if we wanted to devour each other.

After kissing for a while, I was a little breathless. My teacher's wife said seductively, "I've been waiting for you to take the initiative,
why are you like a block of wood!"

I didn't know how to answer for a moment, because I really had the desire but not the courage. After my teacher's wife finished speaking, she continued to kiss me.

Our hands weren't idle either. Since we were both dressed lightly, we quickly stripped each other naked. I
took the initiative , pinning my teacher's wife down, one hand under her head, the other stroking her body, our mouths still not
separated.

My teacher's wife's hand held my penis, gently stroking it. I first caressed her ample breasts, too big to hold in
one hand. Then my hand moved to her vaginal opening, gently stroking it, already feeling
the flow of fluid from her vagina.

I gently inserted one finger, and she was already panting heavily. With two fingers, she
started moaning. When I used three fingers, she cried out, "Give it to me! Quickly!"

I was also bursting with desire, and upon hearing the command, I immediately mounted her.

I went all the way in. She seemed surprised, her toes clenching and twitching. I
paused for a moment, and once it subsided, I began to move slowly. She lifted her buttocks to meet my thrusts.

"Oh, quick, give me more, oh, oh..."

she moaned softly. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have known that my usually dignified mother had
such a side. The women I'd been with before, apart from prostitutes who would make fake moans, my previous
girlfriends never made any noise, and I even suspected they were frigid.

My teacher's wife wrapped her legs around my waist, her body suspended in the air. She reached up to kiss me, and as I kissed her, I
sat down, letting her sit on top of me. She continued kissing and moving, a position that made my penis
feel a little uncomfortable. I slowly lay down, and she, unwilling to let go, followed me.

We kissed and held each other for a while, then she started moving again. After a while, she
sat up, and we held hands, continuing in that woman-on-top position until I ejaculated.

Afterwards, we hugged. "I'm sorry, teacher's wife, I didn't make you orgasm."

"Silly boy, the most important thing for a woman during sex isn't whether she orgasms, but whether she's doing it with the person she loves.
Besides, I already orgasmed once when you penetrated me."

I think that was probably a false orgasm, meaning the internal stimulation triggered minor spasms in my body.

"So, am I the person you love?" I asked.

“Yes! Actually, I’ve liked you for a long time, but at first it was the affection an elder has for a younger person.
Later, my feelings changed, especially after spending time together recently. I feel you are very considerate and gentle,” my teacher’s wife
said with a smile.

“I love you too, but I feel sorry for Teacher He,” I said guiltily.

“Don’t talk about him. We haven’t had sex in 10 years. Sometimes I really want it, and when I ask him to take medicine, he says
that kind of medicine is bad. How many years can one live? He doesn’t drink, he’s not interested in women, I don’t know
what ,” my teacher

’s wife complained.

“But he’s been good to you and your daughter,” I defended her.

“That’s not bad, but you can’t have two good things at once. Now that I have you, everything is good.”

As she spoke, my teacher’s wife started kissing me again, and my hands began to roam over her body. Then our two hot
bodies became excited again.

Although I had just ejaculated, I didn’t feel my penis needing a rest. Just as I was about to penetrate her,
my teacher’s wife suddenly stopped me and pointed to the bathroom. I picked her up and put her in the bathtub, and then we
flirted while taking a bath. After each of us rinsed ourselves briefly with our hair, the two of us, still wet, went to the bed and started
rolling around in the sheets.

This time, the teacher's wife took the initiative, moving from my ears to my neck, then to my nipples. She hesitated
for a moment .

When she was focused on washing my genitals in the bathroom, I knew she might be going to try oral sex.
My teacher's wife's actions moved me deeply. I turned her around, and then we assumed a 69 position, performing oral sex on each other.
This was my first time performing oral sex on a woman. Her genitals weren't very dark, as she had just cleaned them, and there was no
smell. I first gently licked her with my tongue, then lightly bit her clitoris with my teeth.

My teacher's wife moaned as she performed the oral sex. After about five minutes, she suddenly sat up,
turned around, and, holding my penis, sat down on top of me, saying, "Hurry, I'm almost
there."

We moved together, our lips pressed tightly together.

With several thrusts, we both reached our climax. My teacher's wife lay on top of me, panting,
her face showing a satisfied expression.

The laundry arrived at midnight, and we took a bath together, engaging in various forms of flirting in the tub.
If it weren't for my teacher's wife stopping me after I had already ejaculated twice, I wouldn't have been able to stop.

After showering, we chatted and flirted a bit more before reluctantly getting dressed and going downstairs for dinner. After
dinner, we drove straight home. On the way, passing a relatively deserted spot, we stopped the car and kissed
and caressed each other . Like a couple deeply in love, we had forgotten our respective roles.

After that day, my teacher's wife and I entered our honeymoon period. At first, we only used weekends to drive
to neighboring cities and spend time together in hotels.

Later, things became increasingly uncontrollable. I realized I had truly fallen in love with her; to be precise, I couldn't find the passion I felt for her
in . Perhaps it was like
the "phanophoria" described in the movie "All About Women"—my teacher's wife possessed a natural charm that I couldn't resist.

Later, we even met and flirted every day. Except when she had her period, we almost
always made love whenever we met. Every day after work, my teacher's wife would come to my apartment to cook and wait for me
to come home. After dinner, we would be intimate until after 11 pm before she reluctantly went home.

Although my mentor occasionally had complaints, his wife had a high-paying job, so pretending it was for business was perfectly acceptable.
Besides, they had been sleeping in separate rooms for years, and my mentor, who went to bed early, wouldn't find out what his wife was doing outside.

Three months after we got together, our head office required us to go to Shanghai for a week of training, which worried us both terribly.

The Saturday before we left, my mentor's wife didn't go home. She stayed at my house and we made love three times. To make it more enjoyable, I even
applied "magic oil," and each time it lasted an hour, and we had a very satisfying time.

After arriving in Shanghai, I was like an addict, thinking about her day and night. In the end, I couldn't resist going to brothels to
seek temporary relief, but I couldn't find anyone mature enough, so I settled for someone about my age.
Because I was used to my mentor's wife's highly passionate sex, I couldn't find that kind of passion with the prostitutes, and
it ended quickly .

On Saturday, I went home, but then my mentor's wife was on her period, so we could only flirt with each other. She wouldn't help
me masturbate, as she thought it would be harmful to my health. I also basically controlled myself; if I couldn't have sex, I would endure it and not
take care of myself. From what I understand, most women's periods last 5-7 days, but my teacher's wife's period only
lasts —a fact based on her years of experience.

On Monday morning, after my meeting, Qinqin and I walked out of the conference room and found my teacher's wife already waiting in my office.

I immediately felt aroused. I gathered my department staff, briefly outlined the week's
work plan, and specifically told Qinqin to ask more questions, learn more, and not just stay in the bank all the time, but to go out and meet more
clients .

After the meeting, although I couldn't resist, I still exchanged a few pleasantries with my teacher's wife
. There was a tea room between my office and the outer office area, but I didn't want to get too emotional right away. We started by discussing loans. I had one of
my account managers come in to handle the loan with my teacher's wife and asked him to go to the site immediately for underwriting,
bringing Qinqin along as well.

After they left, I locked the office door, and then our restless lips met again. Today,
my teacher's wife was wearing a skirt suit. I lifted her skirt and asked her, "Are you leaving?" She nodded.

Then we kissed again. We walked inside, kissing, when my teacher's wife suddenly pushed me onto the executive chair.

"Wanted it?" she asked with a seductive smile.

"Yes, I've wanted it for a long time," I replied.

"Just to quench your thirst," she said, pulling down her panties and carefully placing them in the drawer.

"What are you standing there for? Take them off!"

I unbuckled my belt, releasing my already throbbing erection. My teacher's wife was leaning over the desk, her buttocks facing me
. I thrust into her, her vagina already overflowing with fluid.

She gripped the desk with one hand and covered her mouth with the other, trying to stifle a sound, while I continued thrusting vigorously from behind.
Five minutes passed like this when my phone rang. I answered; it was the company's CEO.

"Where are you? Why aren't you in the office?" he asked.

"I was drunk yesterday, a little tired, just taking a short nap,"

I replied, still inside her, as she turned to look at me.

“I just came down from Manager Wang’s office, now it’s your turn.”

“Okay, I’ll get ready.”

After saying that, I hung up the power cord a few times, but didn’t feel like I was going to ejaculate, so I stopped
.

“Looks like we can’t do it, my boss wants to talk to me,” I said. My

teacher’s wife first sat on the chair, panting, then straightened her clothes, took back her underwear and put it on.

“Go on! Work is important! I was too impulsive today, don’t do it in the office next time, it’s too
nerve-wracking !” my teacher’s wife said.

“That’s more exciting!” I said as I went over and kissed her. “

If you want excitement, come to my office next time,” my teacher’s wife said. Then I went upstairs to find the manager.

When I came down, my teacher’s wife had already left. After all, it’s a bank, there are many people and gossips, better safe than sorry.
What would others think of me if we were discovered, and what would they think of Qinqin? Later, I received a text message from my teacher’s wife saying she was waiting for
me at my house. I checked the time and it was almost time to get off work, so I rushed home excitedly. Once home,
without saying a word , I took off my clothes and decided to do it first.

Later, we actually sat in my teacher's wife's office once, but because her office was usually quite
secluded , it wasn't very exciting. In fact, because the space was small, we felt quite awkward sitting there.

My relationship with my teacher's wife has remained unchanged. I'm now over 30, and my family is quite
anxious about my marriage. Even my teacher's wife is worried, after all, she knows she can't marry me and have children with me, and we can't grow old together.
But they can't bear me children. I don't really care, although of the three unfilial acts, the greatest is to have no offspring, but for men,
marriage is largely about satisfying their sexual needs, and I'm already very satisfied.

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